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Before the Birth of a New Month Should Come Healing

I’m in this poem asking a friend whispering
of a new holy month into my ears such that
I don’t forget I’m still here, in the midst of tempest
like him, like any other person, like you
what he will say to God with his holy tongue
after a dip into flame. And he says prayers –
prayers alone. Prayers to be healed of shetani.
There’s flame already in his tongue as he speaks,
like woven ropes, like a ladder hung on heaven.
And I’m sure this is how incense climbs into God’s
nostrils. Have you today lit an incense? He asks.
Friend, I’m not abandoning you in this walkway:
I’ve been awake at midnight, journeying before you.
But since we have coherent thoughts,
take over from me between dawn and sunset.
I’ll rest a while then inherit your progression
when nature calls you home for a nap.
I shall be waiting for your return with revelations
about healing, the rebirth of everything dying.
Friend, before the moon lightens this dark cloud
and we have another new month, like this one,
we should know the sharpness of healing
on our skins, to slice off the stench of death
and the heavy things it leaves in our hearts.

Blessing Omeiza Ojo was born in Omavi, Okehi LGA, Kogi State, Nigeria. He obtained National Diploma in Chemical Engineering from Federal Polytechnic Nasarawa, Nasarawa State. He won the 9th Korea-Nigeria Poetry Prize (Ambassador Special Prize) with his poem ‘Arirang.’ He has been published in several anthologies online and in print. He has as well co-edited a collection of poems entitled, ‘Ocean of Dreams.’ Omeiza writes from Kubwa, Abuja.

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